Essence

Chapter 5: So Yeah, I'm Your Daughter

Castiel looked at me with a perplexed expression, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Dean Winchester?" he repeated, his voice laced with both surprise and curiosity.

"Yes," I responded curtly, feeling a tinge of annoyance at his persistent confusion.

"He has a child? How is that even possible?" He asked, his eyes widening with intense curiosity.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in exasperation. "Well, typically you have a mom and dad," I retorted, hoping he would catch on without further explanation.

But Castiel wasn't satisfied with my snarky response. "No, I understand how the reproduction cycle works," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What I don't understand is how a human like Dean, could produce a child like you. It simply doesn't add up."

Feeling a sense of awkwardness, I interjected, "Well, regardless of how it happened, let's just move on from that information, okay?"

Castiel persisted, his curiosity unabated. "Why? This is valuable information that needs further exploration-"

Not wanting to delve into the intricacies of my existence, I quickly interrupted him, playing the God card. "Cas, remember, God wanted me to be born. So let's focus on finding my father instead, alright?" Praying that my argument would resonate with him, I crossed my fingers metaphorically, hoping he would listen.

He contemplated silently, mulling over my reasoning before finally yielding. "Okay, I will contact the Winchesters and inform them about our situation," he agreed, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. I nodded, my current state of mind not allowing me to focus on the details at that moment. As Castiel prepared to leave, I hastily took his place on the bench, lying down.

"Hurry up," I urged, waving him off dismissively with a flick of my hand as he vanished, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

CASTIEL'S POV:

I materialized in the Bunker, observing Sam and Dean diligently working on Essence's case. As I approached, their conversation caught my attention.

"She hasn't killed anyone," Sam reasoned, attempting to shed light on the situation.

"Doesn't mean she won't," Dean grumbled with a clear air of skepticism.

Suddenly, Sam turned around, startled by my sudden presence. "Jesus," he whispered, clearly taken aback.

I looked at him, slightly bewildered. "I'm Castiel, not Jesus," I clarified, a touch of confusion in my voice. After all the time Sam has known me, one would think he could differentiate between me and the Savior. Humans can be quite oblivious at times. "But putting that aside, I have some crucial news regarding the Nephalem."

Dean's interest was piqued, and he chimed in, eager to hear what I had to say. "Great, what do you got, Cas?" He urged me to continue.

"Keep an open mind," I requested, aware that my revelation required a certain level of receptiveness.

"That's part of our job. So, what is it, Castiel?" Sam inquired, curiosity evident in his voice.

"Her name is Essence, and she is not simply a hybrid of human and demon," I began, making a deliberate pause to let the significance of my words sink in.

Dean rolled his eyes, dissatisfied with my response. "We already know that, Sherlock. Whatever she is, half-human, half-demon, we need to eliminate it. She poses a threat to our existence."

I sighed, shaking my head slightly in disappointment. "No, it's not just that. Essence is part demon and part angel."

Dean scoffed at my statement. "That's even worse, Cas. But where's the proof? All the lore suggests that Nephilim are the offspring of a demon and a human."